4.22.2009

i miss my days of traveling.maybe this summer i will get to slip away to somewhere north and cold.

found some photos from my time in korea.

Most of the times I got nothing to say When I do it's nothing and nobody's there to listen anyway I know I'm probably better off this way I just listen to the voices on the TV 'til I'm tired My eyes grow heavy and I fade away

Crooked on the outside, inside is caved I taught myself how to grow old